My world's a bit quiet right now.
And I am smiling for no apparent reason.
Is it because I am beginning to believe that there are good guys after all?
They say only time heals old wounds. I was talking with a friend and he made me tell my war stories. I couldn't help but be sad coz I had to recount all those times I was shot dead by love. Isn't it everyone who claims to have been heartbroken says they feel they've died? I've been through too many deaths. That's why I've become cynical, jaded, distant and unbelieving that there are still good guys out there.
But, I am slowly learning that there are good guys. And maybe if there's someone patient enough then I would learn to trust again.
What is your worst war story?